[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Cats don't need to be walked. Oliver saw that Kitty hooked his clothes with the tip of his paws even when he fell asleep while snoring, and he knew how bad his excuse was.

Oliver was walking aimlessly in the corridor. The floors belonging to the Avengers are very large, but the number of users is pitiful. Kitty has already rolled over in Oliver's arms, and he has not seen a single one yet. Silhouettes, until Jarvis asked intimately, "Mr. Williams, the captain, Sergeant Barnes, Ms. Romanov, and Mr. Wilson are all doing combat training in the training room. I think you are interested in taking a look."

Oliver scratched Kitty's bald head again and again, and wondered, "Where is the training room?"

"The fourth room after turning right 30 meters ahead. Mr. Williams, do you want me to save the recording of what Agent Hotcher said just now?"

Oliver was still torn in his heart. After all, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or depressed and guilty about that passage, but he quickly answered Jarvis' question strangely, "Save it and send it to my mobile phone."

"Okay Mr. Williams, please check."

"Thank you."

While talking, Oliver pushed the door open and entered the training room.

Bucky was fighting Natasha, and Steve and Sam watched from the sidelines.

Sam greeted Oliver first, "Hey, little snake, how are you doing?"

Oliver restrained himself and wanted to reply 'I'm fine, how about you. ' The urge. "Nothing, but is the snake calling me? Does the name Oliver Williams have any connotations of a snake?"

Sam raised his eyebrows and laughed suddenly, "Dude, have you forgotten your own name?"

"Isn't my name Oliver Williams?"

"That snake, your code name." The captain reminded him friendly.

"Well..." Oliver pursed his lips, his tone fluctuating, "This code name sounds like a villain."

"For some real villains, maybe you are too." Sam joked casually.

Oliver glanced at Steve's sweat-soaked blond hair, then at Sam, who was dry and relaxed, "Are you just standing here and watching them fight?"

"Otherwise? I don't really want to fight the captain, and in order to maintain the perfect image of me and Natasha in each other's minds, I will not fight her."

"And Bucky?"

Sam played the rattle once, "Noway, you know what? Last time I just took his plum yogurt, he ripped one of my wings off during training."

"It's a patient lesson from Grandpa Barnes, Sammy." Bucky dodged Natasha's kick and said to Sam, tired and out of breath.

"That's an irrefutable statement." Sam gritted his teeth, and Oliver couldn't help laughing.

Natasha reminded, "Be serious and don't get distracted."

Bucky blocked Natasha's fist with his mechanical arm, "It's all the moves I taught you, and you're very familiar with them."

"What about this trick?"

Natasha fumbled the shock pad out of nowhere and attached it to Bucky's metal arm. The metal arm lost control in an instant and was easily kicked away by Natasha.

Bucky pulled the shock pad with one hand, while guarding against Natasha's continued attack, "We agreed, no props, Nat."

"I thought this arm of yours was considered an advanced prop?" Natasha strangled Bucky's neck from behind. Although he didn't use much force, Bucky had to bend his knees due to the height difference and fell backwards.

"It really is," Bucky said, lifting the mechanical arm slightly out of paralysis, earning Natasha a snarl.

"**you bitch, Bucky Barnes!"

Oliver heard Natasha growl and punch Bucky's mechanical arm again, only to get a gasp of her own.

Captain America coughed, and explained for his old friend with some embarrassment, "The loose leaf of Bucky's robotic arm sometimes pinches his hair, and you have encountered this situation in training before."

"I don't remember, but it looked like it hurt."

Natasha was still struggling with the hair that was clinging to the robotic arm.

"Have you considered physical memory?" Steve whispered hesitantly.

"What do you mean?"

Steve took another look at Bucky who was looking at Natasha with a helpless smile, and lowered his voice, "Bucky didn't remember anything during the period before he recovered, his body will still help him remember the fighting instinct, and some An American habit that cannot be changed. Maybe you can try it too. If you cleared your memory before to protect yourself, I don’t think you would clear your combat skills.”

"Maybe, I don't know." But Oliver actually had some certainty in his heart, just like when he faced Hotch and Lily, his body seemed to have some uncontrollable instinctive reactions.

"I haven't played with you yet, give it a try?" Sam initiated the invitation.

"Then try it."

Steve asked Bucky and Natasha in the middle of the field to make room for Sam and Oliver. Even though Natasha still had some hair that hadn't been saved, they temporarily stopped the arduous task at hand and prepared to observe Oliver's situation.

"You punch first, maybe you can stab... channel (oh Oliver forgot the word again.) the instinct of this body." Oliver said to Sam, he didn't pose any fighting knight because he wouldn't, just trying Empty your mind and let your instincts rule your body.

Sam kicked him first, Oliver dodged it, and before the kick was over, Sam's next punch landed on Oliver's cheek, hitting his left eye socket directly on the Oliver fell to the ground, but Oliver just wanted to raise his hand symbolically, but this action was neither standardized nor had any substantive effect.

Oliver only felt a strange spinning of the sky and the sound in his head when the back of his head touched the ground, and his vision changed from three figures to a snow-white ceiling.It doesn't look like there's a gut reaction here.

Sam pulled him up apologetically, "Are you okay?"

Oliver touched his left cheek, there was a cut on the cheekbone, and there was a bloodstain left by his finger, "The wound should not be serious."

Oliver rubbed his two fingers, the blood soon faded away, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his aching cheek.

In an instant, the skin that had just left a bloodstain became smooth as before, without the touch of a wound at all.

Oliver frowned as he looked at the remaining blood on his fingers.

"It's your self-healing ability, you won't forget that you are a mutant, will you?"

Oliver looked at Natasha, "I forgot."

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Hotch left temporarily that night, but returned to New York from Washington the next day.

It dawned very late in winter, and it was exactly six o'clock when Hotch arrived at the Avengers Building. New York was still in darkness, and there was a faint mist on the sea in the distance.But he didn't find anyone in Oliver's room, Jarvis reminded him that Oliver was in the kitchen.

"Jarvis told me you didn't sleep last night."

After Oliver glanced at Hotch who came in, he quickly turned his gaze back to the fried eggs in the pan. The pan was sizzling with oil stars, like the sound of fine raindrops.

"Can't sleep, my brain is a little excited." Oliver replied, "Why did you come so early, I thought you left yesterday to handle a case..."

"Early flight, just go back to pick up some things." He lifted the briefcase in his hand.

Oliver nodded, "Have you had breakfast then?"

"No."

"Would you prefer a single-sided or double-sided fried egg?"

"One-sided."

"Salt and pepper? How much?"

"Without salt and pepper."

"Oh," Oliver laughed, "I thought I was the only one with this weird fetish."

"You literally changed my diet."

After Oliver took out the first fried egg and put it on a white porcelain plate, he cracked the second egg into the pan. The egg liquid quickly overflowed, turning white and then browned.

He sighed and didn't look at Hotch, "I really don't know how to answer what you said yesterday, Hotcher."

"Do you still want milk?

"Um……"

The two of them finished their breakfast in an eerie silence, and the job of washing the dishes was handed over to the dishwasher, but when Oliver was about to go back to his room, Hotch stopped him.

"I want to show you something that you left behind that I thought might be helpful."

Oliver took a notebook from Hotch, and the laptop entered the startup page.

"Is this mine?"

"You can open it and take a look."

Oliver's fingers brushed across the yellowed pages, "This book has been used for a long time... probably." At the last few words of this sentence, Oliver was just turning over the first page with words written on it, the black ink on the yellowed paper The handwriting stunned him for a moment.

"You still remember this." Hotch was inexplicably delighted seeing Oliver's mutated expression, Oliver hardly remembered anything about his existence in this world.

"I don't remember that I wrote these things," Oliver said blankly, "but I'm sure, this is my handwriting." He flipped through the pages one by one, quickly skimmed through his cursive pen, and wrote down the year of the record The sun and the moon are all marked with celestial stems and earthly branches. Before the plot story that should appear, it is already filled with prophecy-like sentences.

But what Oliver really confirmed was that these sentences were interspersed with some of his own complaints, such as, 'In this world where psychopaths walk around and serial killers are as many as dogs, stay in Koria Town. '

Looking at the current situation again, he obviously failed to do this.

But why?

To be honest, when Oliver sees Tony wearing armor and flying out, apart from admiration, he also has a faint fear. Fear of this familiar but strange world, he just wants to find a place in Kansas where there is no superman The farm hides.

What happened in between?

Oliver continued to scroll back, but just like his normal habit, he never kept a diary, and it only recorded the plots he still remembered, as well as some questions about the awakening of his mutant ability.

Seeing this, he finally understood why he was a liberal arts student in his previous life, and why he went to Stanford University to study biology in this life.

"Well..." Oliver felt his tone was a little weird, but he couldn't think of anything else to say, "I'm sure now that Oliver Williams has always been me."

"It couldn't be someone else," Hotch said. "Want to follow up on what's on your computer? I remember you saying you don't keep a diary, but you keep some stuff."

"Let's take a look." Oliver took the computer stiffly, and entered the power-on password without hindrance.